Chapter Fourteen #2
She obeys sweetly, but I kick them further apart, pulling down her panties in time and she steps out of one hole, but they remain attached to one ankle.
I then reach and unfasten my zipper, my pants, and tug them down only for my dick to jut out, strong and hard and aching.
I hike her thigh over my hip and coat my mushroom tip with her arousal, groaning with how utterly wet she is, the warmth of her body always so fucking inviting.
“You know I won’t be sweet to you, don’t you?”
“Maverick-“ she moans softly, and I shush her.
“You’ll remain my little mute in here, tongueless . Do you understand? Hmm? Anyone could walk in, overhear and if you aren’t quiet, I’ll have to have Jonas stuff your mouth with his cock. Do you understand?”
She nods.
I grit my teeth in preparation for the groan I know I’m going to need to hold back and in one, rough, agonizing thrust I’m wrapped in her slick, tight warmth.
Her lips part, an agonized gasp reminds me to cover her mouth with mine and I capture her lips, making them my own, thrusting my tongue into her mouth to dance with hers.
“Quiet, Siren. Be a good fucking girl for me just once. Take my cock and let me fuck your little pussy until I drown it with my cum.” I whisper into her mouth, pumping my hips wildly into her, not exactly caring that even in her silence the sounds of her cunt and her little breathless pants, and the sound of Jonas jerking his dick behind us are all obscene.
I let go of her hair, pull out, let her foot find the floor and then spin her roughly by the arm to face my desk, bending her over, flipping up her teasing, slutty little uniform skirt, then use my cock to guide myself into her and thrust, deeply .
Again and again in deep, short strokes. Her gasp is short and caught in her throat, same as my growl.
I flick my gaze to Jonas for a mere second and give him a nod, knowing she wouldn’t be able to keep quiet.
One moment it’s just us, the next, Jonas is ready, and we move around once more.
I step back, wrap her silky hair around my wrist, the other on her ample hip and guide her head to Jonas’ waiting dick.
“Suck, then, little mute, the way I taught you. I’ll be punishing you later for your disobedience. ”
Truly, this is a simple reward. I would spank her, but we’re running out of time.
Who knows if students have already begun taking their seats and the thought of someone being outside of my office listening in, brings me so much closer, a white-hot heavy feeling as my balls draw up, reading to coat her insides.
“Jonas-“
“I’m close. Don’t stop fucking her. She’s doing so fucking good.” His praise is quiet murmurs, but his eyes never leave hers, inundated with love and pride. I feel her pussy ripple around me, and I dive, reaching around for her clit to stimulate and rub.
“Christ,” I mutter, on the brink and when she grips me like a fucking vice, I don’t hold back. I still, my hips jerking, legs shaking, filling her perfect cunt, shoving her head farther down on Jonas’ thick cock.
I have to give it to him – the man is fucking packing, and it pleases me when she gags and I can feel her pussy clench around me.
Jonas’ head tilts back between his shoulders and a shudder runs through him.
He leans on my desk, tucking himself back in while I help Raven back into her panties, kiss her hip when she wiggles them up over her hips and settle her skirt, and then tuck myself in.
She turns to face me, bleary eyed and all smiles and I kiss her softly.
She leans into me, and I do such an odd thing – I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a hug.
“I’ll see you later, angel.”
She cuddles into me, and I brush the few strands on her face behind her ear.
“I love you.” Words I’m not used to saying but true.
Jonas opens the door and seeing it’s empty, he tugs Raven to him, fist bumping me on the way out.
I settle behind my desk and take a quick sip of my tea, regretting not going down and tasting her but I… well, I really needed that.
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It’s midday when I hear an inhuman scream as I’m leaving the cafeteria and I rush out of the doors and onto the quad when I see the body drop the first time, right in front of Raven, swaying .
But with how thin the rope is, I know it won’t hold.
I’m almost to her when another wave of screams begins and the body drops a final time.
I watch as Jonas pulls her away from the body, more accurately, the puddle of blood pooling toward her.
My eyes finding a dead Riordan, pale eyes bulging out of his sockets, red and bleeding.
I take her from Jonas’ grip. “What happened?”
He looks scattered, wide eyed and pale, as he shakes his head. “There was someone on the bell tower with him. Maverick, he didn’t do this.”
“He was forced?”
“The scream wasn’t his.”
“Take me. Get me into the bell tower.” I rush. “We don’t have much time.” I look at my girl. “Can you go with us, or do you need to sit down?”
“Fuck that. We don’t leave her. The person that dropped Ri screamed Raven’s name. We’re not leaving her alone.” Jonas whispers harshly .
“Okay. Let’s go.”
“What the fuck happened?” Damon rushes out when he sees us leaving and going toward the back, where the abandoned chapel connected to the building stands in almost beautiful ruins.
Vines crawl up the side of it, and if I weren’t more preoccupied in finding out what’s up in the belfry, I’d want to dig into the ghosts Rayne-Moore keeps hidden.
Jonas quickly explains everything as he finds a boarded up opening and tugs it three times.
“Wait.” I say, noticing the faint boot print when he moves it. “Fuck. This is a crime scene. Let me take a picture but everyone be fucking careful .” I hiss. “Look where you’re going and don’t contaminate anything. Let your feet slide when you step so the bottom of your shoes can’t be identified.”
One silent nod from everyone and I take the picture with my phone, and we ascend the concrete, spiral staircase.
Nobody touches the railing, and we take great fucking care to not step where there’s drops of blood.
Whether it’s Riordan’s or the perpetrator’s I’m not sure, but as we get closer to the actual steeple, the blood leads to the arched window that looks over the entirety of the campus.
“ George .” Jonas whines and I look at him with an arched brow as Raven rubs his back, shaking her head at me, letting me know now is not the time.
The place is a mess, and I pull my phone out, snapping picture after picture. Old crates are scattered about, turned over, and it’s dusty, but there doesn’t seem to be much else in here. The blood on the ground is littered but looking at the mess, it’s sufficient to say, “They fought.”
Jonas looks around and says, “Good.”
“Didn’t you want him gone? He’s a Prescott, isn’t he?” I ask.
Raven shakes her head, pulling her mittens off. Tyler was the one that hurt me. I needed Chase gone to get to him.
“But he had plans on hurting you, Riordan, I mean, didn’t he? He set the house on fire with you inside, Raven. ”
She grimaces at my use of her name, but this is entirely serious. Damon stays quiet in the corner, looking at it all and Jonas won’t stop staring at the gargoyle with the rope around its neck as we hear sirens in the distance.
“We should go, get away from here and reconvene at a later time.” I say, pulling Raven to me and slipping her mittens back on quickly.
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We make it down the stairs in time, having to hide behind one of the rotten pews while cops pull away the loose plywood where the entrance to the belfry is, taking pictures exactly where I did.
We stay crouched, walking on haunches as Jonas leads us out.
I should not have ran those three miles this morning.
My thighs are practically quivering by the time we make it out, past the garden full of weathered statues and we make it into a graveyard leading toward the woods.
When I stand to my full height, Raven doubles over and grabs her leg, rubbing it harshly, pain etched on her face. She shivers and simply says, “Hurts,” before Jonas squats before her and she climbs onto his back.
“I’m taking her home.”
“Was admin ever made aware she moved off campus?” I ask.
Raven shakes her head.
“Jonas you’re going to need to take her to her dorm. They’re going to come asking questions.”
“How do you know?”
“Because there were probably over three dozen witnesses that heard what they think is Riordan crying out her name before being forced off.” He looks like he’s about to argue, but I shake my head at him and his mouth shuts.
“Listen to me and trust me – they’re going to come looking for her to ask her questions.
It’s not the first incident between them. ”
“You make it sound like it’s her fault this happened.” He growls.
“No, what they’re going to do is try to ask her what happened so they can get a better idea on if this was a suicide or not.
It will be better if you’re there with her to answer.
Do not let them interrogate her alone and do not, for the life of you, let them know she doesn’t live on campus.
You give them as little as they need to know. ”
He nods, taking my words into consideration. “Okay. There’s just one problem. Her dorm is empty but her bed and the furniture the school provides. It doesn’t look lived in and that’s fucking weird for a college student that’s been here for months.”
“Damon, is the house in your name?”
He nods.